Huai's pawnshop remained quiet.
Yu Qinghan sat quietly in front of the counter, holding a storybook in her jade-like hand, reading it with great concentration.
When she came across an exciting part, her phoenix eyes curved and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but lift up slightly.
She wondered curiously while reading, how could these scholars write such outrageous, melodramatic endings.
Can humans and ghosts fall in love?
However, the writing was excellent and suitable for passing the time.
Yu Qinghan was engrossed in her book.
But she didn't notice there was a carriage made of glaze pulled up at the street side, with six soldiers guarding it.
A woman in a skirt picked up her hem, got off the carriage, and saw the sign of "Huai's pawnshop" not far away. She nodded, then turned to the six soldiers and said,
"Why don't you go and wait for me at the inn, otherwise, it is too conspicuous with you standing nearby."
"But, Princess, your safety..."